Heroes had to worry about their image just as much as they did about minimising property damage, or keeping civilians out of the line of fire. Uwabami had been invited to give you the run-down on the importance of endorsements, handling the media and curating your ‘image’. You’d doodled your way through most of her talk, until you dimly registered the mention of ‘partner work’.

Just your luck—cameras too expensive to be left in the care of your classmates were handed out, and Aizawa explained the outline of your assignment in his usual deadpan. You had a week to take photos of your partner, and vice versa, that would be used for a rough draft of your first official posters. That’s how you found yourself in Bakugou’s dorm, Canon camera in hand and determined to argue your way to a passing grade.

“I’m not even asking you to smile. Just stop scowling.” You said exasperatedly.

“Shut up.” He sneered, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m not posing for your shitty pictures. Either take them, or I’ll blow that stupid camera to shit, got it?”